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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.