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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.