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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.