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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.