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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Television,
Aswad,
Smog,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.