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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.