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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.