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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.