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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.