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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.