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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.