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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.