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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.