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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.