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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.