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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.