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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.