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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.