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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.