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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.