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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
New Order,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.