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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.