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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.