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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.