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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.