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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.