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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.