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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.