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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.