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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.