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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.