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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.