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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.