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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.