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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.