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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.