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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.