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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.