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 India and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Pole,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.