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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
MDC,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Moebius,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.