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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.