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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.