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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.