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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.