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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
John Holt,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.