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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.