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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.