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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.