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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.