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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.