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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.