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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.