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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.