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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.