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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.