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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.