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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.