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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Nas,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.