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 Monaco 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.