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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.