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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Interpol,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.