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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Last Poets,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Mars,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Scion,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.