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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.