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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.