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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.