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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.