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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.