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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.