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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.