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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.