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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.