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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.