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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.