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 Ukraine and from London.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Urselle,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.