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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.