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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.