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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.