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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.