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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.