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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Franke,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.