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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.