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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.