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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Index,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.