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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.