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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Visage,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.