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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 808 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.