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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.