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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.