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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.