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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.