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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.