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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.