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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Suicide,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
MC5,
ABC,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.