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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.