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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.