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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.