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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.