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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.