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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.