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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.