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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.