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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Pylon,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.