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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.