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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.