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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.