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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Swans,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.