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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Gong,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.