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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.