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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.