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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.