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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.