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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.