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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.