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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.