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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
The Remains,
Index,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.