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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.