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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.