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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.