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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.