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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.