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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Josef K,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.