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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bobby Womack 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.