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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.