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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.