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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Index,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.