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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.