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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.