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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Television,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.