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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
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.