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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.