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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.