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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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.