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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.