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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.