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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.