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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.