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 France and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.