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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.