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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.