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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.