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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Monks,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.