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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.