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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Whodini,
New Order,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
AZ,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.