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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Niagra,
The Victims,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.