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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.