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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.