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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Index,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.