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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.