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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.