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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.