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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.