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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.