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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.