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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
cv313,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.