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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Index,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.