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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.