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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.