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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.