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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
ABC,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.