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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
CMW,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.