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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.