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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.