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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.