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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.