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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.