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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.