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 Norway 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.