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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
The Martian,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.