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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.