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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.