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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
The Index,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.