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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 a güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.