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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
The Martian,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.