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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.