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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Hashim,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.