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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.