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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.