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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.