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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.