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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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?
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.