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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Organ,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.