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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
UT,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.