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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Second Layer,
UT,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.