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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.