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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Technova,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.