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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.