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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.