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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.