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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.