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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.