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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.