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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Moebius,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.