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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Smog,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.