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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.