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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.