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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.