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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.