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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.