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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.