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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.