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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.