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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.