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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.