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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.