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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.