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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.