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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Standells,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.