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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Monks,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.