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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.