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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.