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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Motions to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.