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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.