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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Can,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Smog,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.