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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Pole,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.