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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.