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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.