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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
The Wake,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.