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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.