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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.