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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Nas,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
cv313,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
ABC,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.