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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.