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 Georgia and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.