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 France and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.