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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.