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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.