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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.