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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.