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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.