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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.