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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.