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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 808 and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
CMW,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.