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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.