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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Japan,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.