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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.