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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.