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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.