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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.