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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.