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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.