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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.