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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.