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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.