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 Madrid.
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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.