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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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?
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Ronan,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.