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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.