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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.