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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
the Association,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.