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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.