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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.