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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.