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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.