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 Bhutan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Scion,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.