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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
PIL,
Roxette,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.