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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.