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 Uzbekistan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.