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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.