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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.