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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
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.