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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Can to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.