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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.