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 Angola 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.