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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.