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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.