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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.