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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.