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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Monks,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.