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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.