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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.