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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.