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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.