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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.