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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Swans,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.