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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.