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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.