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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All the Association 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 techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.