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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.