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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.