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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.