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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magma to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.