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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.