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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Quantec,
Technova,
the Normal,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.