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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.