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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.