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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.