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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Techniques to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.