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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.