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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.