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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.