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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.