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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.