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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.