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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Brick,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.