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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.