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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
cv313,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.