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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.