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 Venezuela 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.