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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.