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 Syria 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.