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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Skaos,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.