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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.