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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.