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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.