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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.