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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.