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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.