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 New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.