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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Victims,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.