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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Wire,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.