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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Brick,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.