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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.