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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.