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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.