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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.