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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.