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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.