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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.