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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.