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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.