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 Belize 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.