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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Magma,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.