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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.