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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.