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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.