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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.