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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.