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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Gong,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.