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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.