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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.