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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.