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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.