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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.