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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.