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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.