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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.