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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
10cc,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.