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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 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 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.