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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.