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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.