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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.