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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.