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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans 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?
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Index,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.