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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.