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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.