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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Television,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Monks,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.