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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.