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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Shoche,
Organ,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.