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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.