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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.