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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.