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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.