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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.