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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.