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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
UT,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.