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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.