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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.