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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.