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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.