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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.