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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.