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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.