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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.