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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.