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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
UT,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.