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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.