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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.