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 Tanzania 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.