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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.