Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.