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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Organ,
The Remains,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.