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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.