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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.