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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.