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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.