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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.