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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.