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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.