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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.