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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
New Order,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Nas,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.