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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.