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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.