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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.