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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.