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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.