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 Suriname and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.