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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.