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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.