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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.