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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.