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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.