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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Monolake,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.