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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.