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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.