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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.