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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
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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.