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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.