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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.