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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.