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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.