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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.