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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.