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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.