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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.