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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.