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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.