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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.