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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.