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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.