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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.