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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Nico,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.