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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.