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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.