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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.