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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.