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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.