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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.