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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.