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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.