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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
10cc,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.