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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.