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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.