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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.