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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.