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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.