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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.