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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.