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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Move,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.