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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.