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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.