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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Oneida,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.