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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.