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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.