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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.