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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 snare 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Q65,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
June Days,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.