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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.