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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.