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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
AZ,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.