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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.