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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.