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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.