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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.