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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.