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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Television,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.