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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.