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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.