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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.