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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.