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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.