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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.