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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Index,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.