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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.