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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Pole,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.