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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.