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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.