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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Skarface,
MC5,
The Motions,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.