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 Syria 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.