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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.