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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
ABC,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.