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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.