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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.