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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.