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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Television,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.