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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.