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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.