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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.