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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.