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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Nas,
ABC,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.