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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.