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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
PIL,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.