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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.