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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.