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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.