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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.