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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.