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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Index,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.