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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.