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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.