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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.