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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
UT,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.