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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.