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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.