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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
June Days,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.