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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.