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 Honduras 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.