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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.