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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.