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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.