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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.