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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.