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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.