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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.