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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.