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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.