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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Nas,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.