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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Can,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.