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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.