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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.