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 Bulgaria 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.