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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.