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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.