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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One 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 electroclash 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.