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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.