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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.