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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 E-Dancer 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.