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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Pole,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.