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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.