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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.