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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
JFA,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.