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 Finland 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.