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 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.