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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.