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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.