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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Victims,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.